She's The Boss (Peaky Blinders)

Erotic Literature and Liars

Warning: Smut / 18+

(Georgie's P.O.V.)
I was reading in my library. It was the favorite room in my house. With it's multiple bookshelves filled with endless stories by some of the most brilliant authors. The romantic stories of Jane Austen, the classics of Charles Dickens, the adventurous and theoretical books
of Jules Verne and the entrancing poetry of William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe. But I think my favorite book in my collection, is the whaling novel of Moby-Dick, written by Herman Melville. I once again pulled it from my shelf before making my way to my reading chair. Swinging the book open and reading the first line, I was completely lost in my thoughts.

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on the shore. I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

I was once again, caught up in the wonderfull world that Herman Melville described. I could see the vessel riding alone the blue waves. The shadow of the white spermwhale just barely swimming underneath the edge of the water. I smile as I read the sailors language and flip to the next page. Yet before I could even continue reading, I hear the doorbell. I look up from my book with a groan. Before slamming the book on the table beside me and stand up. "You better have a good reason to disturb me at this hour" I yell loudly at the person who stood behind the door. I arrive and open the door to reveal Alfie. "People are allowed to be disturbing untill 10pm, George. And it is-" Alfie took a quick look at his watch, "8pm, so I have 2 hours to disturb you". I smirk and lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms as I look at the £20 he showed me. He was here to continue our conversation that had been rudely interupted yesterday. I can see his eyes scan over me quickly. Im not suprised at this, after all, I am wearing a night gown which is slightly see-through. "And you found my house adress, how?" I question him curious, "have you heard of phonebooks?" he asked and I nodd in return, "they also contain adress information of the number from the housephone". I hum at him "so you're a stalker". "I prefer the term 'intense investigator'" he responds and waves his hand around, emphizing intense investigator. "Uh-huh" I said and click my tongue against my palate. I then turn around, leaving Alfie on the doorstep. Neither inviting him in or rejecting him at this moment. He didn't move and yet could see he wanted to come inside. It reminded me of the legend that tells Vampires can't come inside without being invited. "Whenever Mr Intense inspector decides to come inside, I sure hope he will remember to close my door" I tell him, "after all, wood and coal aren't cheap". I hear the door close and know that Alfie followed me inside "if you're worried about waisting coal or wood, I'll buy you a bag". "Look at you, being the lovely gentleman. Almost makes me want to puke" I respond and pour a glass with some of Alfie's rum. I hand one of the glasses to him before I go back to read my book. "Impressive" Alfie told me as he looks around the library. Trailing his fingers over the edges of the many books. I sit down on my chair and watch him with curiousitybut eventually go back to reading my book. Leaving the jew to do whatever he wanted to do. "Well, would you look at this" I hear his voice and I look up from the page. It seems he had pulled one of the books from the shelf and turns to face me and showed it to me. He had found one of the erotic literature books. I raise an eyebrow at him in a boring manner. Telling him 'yeah, so?'. Acting like it was the normalest thing to have a book so erotic, so descriptive about how to perform the delicious task of sex. His eyes skim over the page and a lustfull smirk appears on his lips, before he decides to read out loud. "Can I drink you, to wake me, swirl you in my mouth, on my tongue, and taste you like honey, a drop or two? Keep your coffee, your tea, give me you, give me a half sip of your ecstasy". His eyes move up to catch my own gaze. Dilated pupils showed the attraction, which, in my opinion, only made him more attractive. His lustfilled eyes look back at the page after flipping it over, to read yet another erotic page. All the while stepping ever so slow into my direction. It was like he tried to extend that sexual tension between us up to a point that I cannot take it anymore. And thus come to him. But I am a patient woman. Even if the desire is bruning my flesh. It is strong and unique, but most of all it is consuming me. It tortures me with a yearning that I had never felt for a man before. "Between her legs and his raging tongue her bud blooms and his manhood chooses to melt". I can hear in his voice, that he too, is quite effected with the same sensation. While I am getting aroused and feel a wetness grow, he gets aroused and a hardness grows. He stops infront of me, still continuing to read. "She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing". I hear the thunder rumble outside, as I carefully raise my leg up, to cruise my barefoot over his leg. Triggering that sexual anticipation even more. With a quick reach he pulls me towards him by my legs. My body slightly gliding of my leather chair and my legs instantly wrap around his waist for support. He hovers over me, dark predatory eyes look down into mine. Yet there was still that little bit of hesitation and need to know I too wanted this. I prop myself up onto my elbows so I can whisper into his ear with a dare "go on then". Those 3 words, so simple yet so meaningfull, activated something inside of him. I feel his fingers hook around my panties and pull back, untill eventually he dispose of them. Then pulls my leg up higher to kiss it. Alfie moves up along the inside of my legs, licking and kissing and stroking my skin with his cheek. Bringing every inch of skin to life with his touch. Then, my pussy was touched by the tip of his tongue and I almost jumped in excitement. I feel him laugh short against me, sending a vibration through me. A higher arousal forming. A moan escaped my lip. His tongue thick with my juices, continue to explore my throbbing folds as he holds me steady. Half in the air and half on the chair. My eyes shut in pleasure as I feel his warm and wet tongue slightering inside of me. Kissing the sugares walls just a few more seconds before pulling back to move up to steal the air out my throat. His lips feel devine on mine and he taste extrodinary. My juices mixed well with Alfie's rum, I agreed. My desire floods up even more and I lift my hand up to his face to greedily kiss him back. Kissing hard and fast, we match each other perfectly. Alfie slides his fingers inside of me and he must feel how aroused I am, because he groans into my mouth. I meet his fingers even more by lifting my hips, willing him to go deeper and deeper inside of me. Be suffocates my moans with his lips as he teases me. With drawing his fingers before pushing back inside with a stroke. Every time he re-enters it feels like he reaches further and further. I feel my orgasm peaking and I am ready to explode. Alfie doesn't have to wait long, just one deep plunge and one curl of his finger, I come undone. Waves of pleasure surging through me and I hear him groan too. He untangles my legs from his waist and I drop down to the ground. Breathing heavy as I try to regain my vision from its dreamy stars. He returns, naked and kneels in front of me. Catching my breaths again. I didn't even have time to react as he pushes his fingers inside of me again. Before turning me around to pull me into his lap, so that I am kneeling with my back ahainst him. His other hand snakes around my neck and pulls me back into him, turning my head so he could nip at my jaw and neck. And return with rough kisses. I had expected that he would've taken his other hand out of me, but I was wrong. He leaves it in and begins to stroke me once again. Slowly stroking me, reaching further and further with his fingertips whilst his other hand goes from my neck to knead my breast and he kisses my back. Another orgasm shudders through me. But I can't reach it due to his teasing. I was wet and ready for another. Yet he tormented me with his slowness. So I took matters into my own hands. And began to grind against his fingers. Pulling a moan from his mouth that vibrated against my shoulder blade. I feel jim tense inside of me, curl inside of me. Against my lower back, I can feel his excitement grow even more. I'm still clenching when he takes his fingers away and basically pushes me down to the floor onto my back. He hovers over me and a sly smirk forms on his face "I recall you saying it doesn't have to be a bed". "You fu-" before I could even finish my sentence Alfie slips inside of me. Making me hiss at the width of his girth. He controlled the movements with his hands gripping my waist. It's totally overwhelming, but at the same time, I never want it to stop. I swivel round and wrap my legs around his back, gripping onto the back of his neck. "Fuck" I curse out and groan after feeling him speed up, pushing me back onto my elbows so that he can lean forward, and kiss my breasts. I look down and take in the sight of my folds wrapping around him tightly. It brings me even quicker to the edge, him aswell. I see and feel that he's about to orgasm. I feel so aroused, so full of desire, that I climax again, clutching him closer as we shiver against each other. He stays inside me while we catch our breath. Before eventually pulling out of me, leaving me hissing at the loss of contact. I still feel my walls pulsing as I stand up with wobbly legs. Still high in my desire, I manage to pour myself and him a drink. I don't know why I said it, maybe its the fact that we, this, cannot be. It was the truth, yet after the words left my mouth, that scentence felt like the biggest lie I had ever told. I raised my glass up in the air "to friends with benefits" and then downed my drink.

(Alfie's P.O.V.)
I follow Georgie's move "to friends with benefits" I cheered. Was I actually agreeing with her? Because saying it felt more like I was lying to myself.

Published: 7th of August 2023